This isn't really DX related, but since you mentioned slick roads. Slow I got the scare of my life yesterday morning in WV. The road was really better than I expected, clean for the most part, just some patches of frozen packed snow here and there. Traffic had come to a stop and thank goodness I had the forethought to leave myself enough wiggle room just incase I needed it. So while we were setting there in the middle of a 3 lane HWY I keep glancing in the review and see this semi hauling ass and closing fast, so I decided its time to scoot as he showed no sign of slowing. So I romped down on the accelerator, cut to the right crossing the outside lane, jumped up on all the frozen snow thrown on the shoulder from the plows and tore down the shoulder like we were baja racing, scaring my ride partner half to death (he had been asleep) the big truck whipped into the inside lane and went down a little farther before coming to a stop. I came to a stop after realizing everything was ok, gathered my nerves (hart was racing) and dug the seat leather out of my butt. I apologized to my partner for scaring him to death and driving the crap out of his pickup, but I told him it was a better alternative than what I thought was gonna happen, he agreed. I was gonna give that driver the one finger Oklahoma howdy if I ever caught up to him, but I never did. But as I sat there watching that big rigs stopping distance get shorter every second, visions of that Texas pileup were running through my head and I didn't want any part of that. I figured he got a good laugh out of it, but after I calmed down I was pissed.
The stupids never alter habits. And use bad ones. Cultural/racial, mainly. One has to be able to predict based on a locale.
Gut feeling is enough, otherwise.
That piece of #%^ criminally liable for not stopping to render aid.
He won’t be missed when the burner gets turned a just little higher.
I’ve been on the edge of the ice storm since Monday. Finally leaving farther East today.
Make no mistake the stupid truck drivers (some born that way, others are sinners in willful ignorance) are already showing signs of being frazzled. FAR enough away from problems of road or supply. Outside their thumb-sucking norms.
I got guys obviously on the radio for the first time ever. No clue of how to act (too timid; arrogance reduced to oh, wow, I have to use the CB) and who, if no one answers them, don’t call a second time.
He helps those who help themselves.
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